Chapter 93

As the bath began to cool slightly, Jon smoothed a handful of bubbles across Sara’s shoulders, rubbing the soft foam into her skin as she sighed, tipping her head forward a little more. She suddenly discovered that his other hand had sneaked lower, sliding up her thigh, and now she didn’t feel drowsy at all.

“What are you doing, Mr Bon Jovi?” She asked coquettishly as his fingers reached their target.

“Me? I’m having a bath.” He replied innocently.

Sara slid forward, out of his grasp, but only far enough that she could turn around on her knees to kiss him. Jon shifted his legs, and Sara rearranged her position so she was straddling Jon, feeling his hands slithering across her foamy skin as he caressed her breasts. One hand was supporting her against the edge of the bath, but she reached down with the other, sliding down his hard belly, finding his harder cock already standing proud, and she stroked him as they kissed.

Jon gave a slight gasp as Sara gently trailed a fingernail across the head of his cock, and all he could think was that he needed to be inside her. Now. He slipped his hands down onto her hips, angling her toward him, and Sara leaned back from his mouth, her fingers guiding him as she let Jon pull her down onto his cock. Jon was startled to find that, after the heat of the bath, it felt slightly cooler inside Sara, a strange sensation that drew an other gasp from him. Sara tightened herself around him, rolling her hips slowly, and Jon left one hand on her hip, moving her with the strength of one arm, while the other hand came down over her thigh to her clit, helping things along.

As his fingers teased against her, Sara gave a deep moan, and her movements atop Jon soon became more abandoned, neither of them aware of the water slopping dangerously near the edges of the tub as Jon felt her getting so close to orgasm. He got both hands on her hips now, driving her on, his mouth on her throat as he tasted the sweat running there, not sure whether it was from the heat of the bath or from the exertion as she panted above him.

Her hands were braced on the lip at the end of the bath, either side of Jon’s head, and Sara gasped as his strong grip on her hips changed slightly, tilting her pelvis more so that her clit was grinding against him with every movement. She was whimpering now, each time he slid her down on him bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, until she could hardly bear it, her whole body on fire, then finally, gloriously, she felt the waves of pleasure slamming into her, not even aware that she cried out as she came. Still Jon moved her, and she kept rocking herself on him until she felt his grip on her tighten unbearably as he came, too, those blue eyes filling with tears of joy as he looked up at her.

Gradually, Sara stopped moving, only now feeling the ache in her hands where she’d been gripping so tightly to the edge of the bath, and she let herself relax down on top of Jon, forehead to forehead and both breathing hard. After a few minutes, as her scattered mind began to function again, Sara realised half of her body was out of the water, and she looked at the water level.

“Where’d the water go?” She asked in confusion, then glanced over the edge of the tub. “Oh. Oops.”

The bathroom floor was soaked around the tub, and she wondered how the hell she could explain that to the hotel. Jon laughed as he peeked over the edge of the tub, and Sara felt him move inside her as he chuckled, the movement against her over-sensitised nerves making her moan softly.

She made to move, to ease herself off Jon, but his palm smoothed gently across her wet back.

“Stay there, baby. You feel so good.”

Sara let herself relax back down onto Jon, though her knees were protesting at her position and the hardness of the tub. She had a sudden thought that at least the bruises on her knees would keep Jon fresh in her mind once he was gone. As she felt him softening inside her, slipping away, Sara moved again, and this time Jon let her go, his hands on her hips helping her to get up onto her knees, then she stood carefully, her feet between Jon’s knees. She climbed out of the bath, stepping onto the wet floor and reaching for towels as Jon leaned forward to pull out the bath plug, letting the remaining water drain away. He got out of the bath, too, taking the towel Sara offered to him and drying himself off, never taking his eyes off Sara.

She looked back at him shyly as she unknotted her hair, in stark contrast to the recent passion, and Jon felt a surge of tenderness that made him reach out to catch her in a loving but innocent embrace, wrapping his arms tightly around her. He pressed his lips to her forehead as she looked up at him, and he spoke softly, without lifting his mouth from her skin, his words only slightly muffled.

“God, I love you, Sara. I think I’m only just realising how much.”

“I love you, too, Jon. More than I ever thought I was capable of.”

Releasing her from his arms, Jon rubbed his palms over her shoulders.

“Let’s go to bed, darlin’.”

Through in the bedroom, they crawled under the covers, folding tightly into each other’s arms, faces close together on the same pillow. Sara brought one hand up to Jon’s face, smoothing her fingertips down around those electrifying blue eyes, over the fine lines that radiated from the outer corners, then along the perfect line of his cheekbone and down to his soft lips. Jon smiled against her fingers as she traced around the edges of his lips, one of his own hands dropping down her back, cupping one round buttock to snug her in tighter against him. He left his hand there, fingers spread on her ass as Sara smiled silently at him, then she let her head drop forward, resting her forehead against Jon’s shoulder.

Jon let his own head fall forward, his cheek on Sara’s hair, and they lay together like that, contented in their closeness and soon falling asleep.


Sara came awake slowly, becoming aware of Jon’s arms still wrapped around her and the smell of him so close to her. His breathing was slow and steady, deep in sleep, and she snuggled closer into him for a second before her mind caught up to the fact that sunlight was beginning to seep into the room, which meant it must be morning already. She strained to raise her head far enough to see the clock. Still only just after six thirty, so they had plenty of time, and she happily nestled into Jon again, her face pressed against his neck, savouring the scent of his skin.

She couldn’t restrain her impulse, though, and she gently kissed his throat, opening her lips so she could get her tongue onto his skin, feeling the roughness of stubble rasping on her tongue because he needed to shave. Or not, she thought, liking the texture of the scruff against her, and musing naughtily on how it might feel on the insides of her thighs. Her sensual imaginings inflamed her, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second as she indulged herself, letting her tongue drag over his jaw, feeling the sharp hairs prickling under her tongue.

Jon sighed, but didn’t wake. Well, part of him woke, as Sara felt a growing hardness against her thigh, and she gently rolled Jon onto his back, holding her breath as she hoped he wouldn’t wake. He slept on, albeit with a smile hovering on his lips as Sara reached down to stroke him, encouraging his cock fully erect. She bit on her lip for a second, then grinned at his sleeping face before pushing the cover away and sliding down the bed until her mouth was level with his crotch. She glanced up at his face again as she ran her hand up and down the length of him, fingers sliding lower now, gently cupping his balls as she brought her lips onto his cock. Jon moaned slightly as her tongue formed a hard point that dragged lingeringly up the underside of him, then Sara finally opened her mouth, taking in the swollen head, her tongue flicking over the tip of him. She sucked on him, taking him deeper in her mouth each time she moved, then she heard the change in his breathing and realised her ministrations were waking him fully.

Sara raised her head, leaving her hand on his cock as she moved across, straddling him now, and she eased herself down onto his hard shaft.

Jon was sleeping soundly and dreamlessly when some very pleasant sensations began to filter through his unconscious mind. It felt as though a talented mouth was lightly teasing him, then he clearly felt a tongue move on him as that mouth sank lower, but he came fully awake with a start when the mouth moved away and he felt himself engulfed in hot, lubricious flesh. He opened his eyes, slowly focusing on Sara’s face above him, seeing her smile as she moved slightly.

“Good morning.” She said, rolling her hips again and watching a sleepy grin spread across Jon’s face.

“This kind of alarm call I don’t mind at all.” He raised one hand onto her hip. “Good morning to you, too, baby.”

Still smiling, Sara slowly leaned forward to give Jon a good morning kiss, his tongue entering her mouth tenderly, dancing slowly and gently with her own. She sat up straighter again, moving her hips rhythmically, rocking them both toward orgasm. Jon lay back, feeling lazy this morning, and content to just let Sara ride him slowly, gripping her waist lightly with both hands now.

Her breathing grew deeper, verging on soft moaning as the pleasure built, and it was Jon’s grip on her that kept her moving steadily, though he had to fight his urge to drive her on faster. Sara bit on her lower lip, and Jon brought one hand up to stop her, his palm on her cheek as his thumb stroked her lip down out of her teeth. He pushed his thumb forward slightly, nudging against her, and Sara opened her mouth to let Jon slide his thumb inside. Her hot tongue lapped against his thumb as she sucked gently, but she had to force herself not to bite down on him as she felt herself starting to cum, and Jon could feel the moan vibrating against his thumb as the climax hit her and she couldn’t control herself any more, grinding herself down onto him hard, while the pulsing of her orgasm brought him closer to the brink. As the final spasms shook through her, Sara bucked harder against Jon, crying out now, and his voice joined hers as Jon came, exploding inside Sara in a hot rush, both hands back on her waist now, jamming her down onto him. Her moans turned to soft sighs as Sara rocked gently for another few seconds, gradually slowing and stopping, looking down on Jon and giggling quietly.

“What’s so funny?” Jon asked, chuckling in sympathy with her anyway.

“Nothing, baby. You just make me so happy.”

“I’m glad.” Jon grinned and tugged on her waist, pulling her toward him. “C’mere.”

She leaned down onto him, and Jon rolled them onto their side so Sara ended up with one thigh pressed against Jon’s, the other leg hooked over his hip, and his cock still inside her.

“You’re turning into a very naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Who? Me?” Sara widened her eyes innocently. “Don’t know what you mean.”

“Yeah, you. Still, I’m not complaining - even if I did wake up to find you raping me.”

“Mmmm. I noticed you fighting me off.”

Jon laughed again. “Well, it seemed rude, since you’d started anyway.”

Sara smoothed back Jon’s tousled hair.

“God, I don’t want you to leave. I just want to stay here with you just like this.”

“Well,” Jon surprised himself with his next words, “your job’s important to you, and I get that, Sara. At least, I do now. I’m gonna miss you like hell, but I gotta go back. You’ll be at the next show, though, right?”

“Try and stop me.” Sara sighed sadly. “I guess we need to get ready and go for breakfast early, so we can get back to the airport.”

“I guess. Let’s hit the shower anyway.”